How to write the most touching thing in a composition

Hello, I have prepared five compositions, which I hope will help you. O(∩_∩)O 1 a touching little thing. During the summer vacation, I experienced a lot of storms, but the most meaningful one is of course this summer vacation, because this summer vacation, I felt an unforgettable thing. It was a Friday, me and. I boldly said, "Auntie, let's play for a while!" The girl's mother didn't say a word. So, I asked again, but she still didn't say a word. I thought, this is too bad, I can't swing! At this time, the little girl jumped down from the swing and said loudly to me, "Big Brother, come and play!"! "! But you've had enough fun. Give me back the swing! "Then, she looked at her mother and said," Mom, take a rest first and let these two brothers play for a while! " "Say that finish, she pulled her mother to the chair next to her. Her mother didn't say anything, and she looked very unhappy and reluctant. I was moved by the little girl's spirit and said to my brother, "Forget it, we won't play." My brother nodded. So I said to her, "thank you, little sister, we won't play, you play!" " The little girl said, "Why? You're not playing? My mother wants me to learn to swing, so ... ""Then let's teach you! " I said. So my brother and I taught the little girl, and her mother looked at us happily. On this day, we had a good time because I helped the little girl learn to swing, and more importantly, the little girl taught me to develop a good character of being polite to others from an early age. Touched, there are more and more fragrant high-rise buildings and less and less space; More and more indifferent, less and less warm. However, moving, in its light but moving way, explains the connotation of human nature. ——————————— There are tears in the inscription, and I still feel full. I opened the window in the morning, watched the sunlight penetrate every leaf, and talked to life in a silent and simple way. I was moved. I was moved, lit a heart, moved. In a hurry, how many people stop to listen to their inner voices? Most people are too rough in life and gradually become indifferent. On the streets of Manhattan, new york, a little girl stared at a tree quietly. People were surprised to find that she was waiting for the last leaf in autumn to fall. The child is innocent, and she will be moved by ordinary natural substitution. People who lack emotion are not real people, and a society without emotion cannot really develop. In the end, it can only be desolate. How long have we not been moved by those beautiful words: Li Bai's chic, Du Fu's melancholy, Tolstoy's vastness and Hugo's grandeur? How long has it been since we were moved by those noble people? Qu Yuan, who created a warmer sun in winter for the people; Leave Wen Tianxiang, who is upright and upright, "never die since ancient times, pay attention to history"; Su Wu, standing alone, looked at the big fellow's 3000-mile long journey across the country, moved not only by tears, but also by superficial sadness. Touching is a kind of humanistic spirit, and it is the inner voice of people. In today's highly developed material, where does our spiritual road lead? Learn to move. When one heart is no longer far away from another, our society will be warmer. When everyone can feel the vibration of others' heartstrings, our society will become harmonious. "I came to this world to see the sunshine. "balmont won't move us? Light a fragrant incense and our material and spiritual homes will be full of enduring flowers. Hey ~ ~, it's really hot. Who is Ding Ding ~ ~ "? ""it's me. "Come out." What are you doing? I am so hot. ""Let's go swimming there tomorrow. " "Okay, okay, I walked first. It's too hot. "When my father came back, I told him the fact that some of my best friends called me today. My father asked me if I wanted to go. Then he went on to say, be careful. I said I would. In this way, I got my father's permission My best friend and I have been chatting happily. When we arrived at the swimming pool, we just went to the locker room to change clothes and rushed up and jumped into the water without saying anything. My poor father is still sunbathing there. I don't know if we are tired or something. We all wanted to go home, so we went home one by one. Dad is pitiful again, chasing us home, unlike last time. Dad is not at home, usually at home. I must have watched me go out to play, and I went out to play myself. I don't know if my dad will be angry if I think so. Later, my dad came back, but he was sweating all over. I think he must be crazy (I: dad ... don't hit me, dad: smelly boy ... come here). I'm surprised. Later, I didn't mean to. I read my father's diary. I don't know why my father came home so late that day. He was worried about me and followed me to have a look. This is a small thing that moved me. This happened a long time ago, but it caused a great wave in my heart. I deeply realize that fatherly love is everywhere. That morning, my father went to a factory to buy goods, and I went to play with him. At six o'clock in the afternoon, I went to play As he spoke, he put me in a narrow space. I was surprised and quickly said, "What about you?" "Standing, it doesn't matter!" Father said to me with a smile. I sat down and saw my father standing with a cargo in his right hand and a steel bar of a tricycle in his left hand. The tricycle drove forward quickly, and my father stood steady at first, but because of the uneven road behind me, I saw my father lean forward for a while and lean back for a while. Soon, sweat came out of his head. I felt sorry for him and said, "I'll do it. "Dad refused at first, but I couldn't stand the entanglement behind him and made me stand up. The taste of standing is really uncomfortable, and my face is numb and shaking. I just stood for a while and I couldn't stand it. " Why, I feel terrible! "Let me do it!" "No, I can do it!" "See if you can do it?" Say that finish, he stood up and let me sit down. I looked at the sweat on his head, the in the mind is really not the taste. Dad, you have worked hard for us all day, but you have not forgotten your love and care for me. Thinking about thinking, my eyes are wet. Dad cares about me and loves me very much every day. In life, there are many articles and stories that will move us. Come and listen to what happened to me! One night about half a year ago, I suddenly had a high fever of 39 degrees, shaking all over and feeling nauseous. I feel very uncomfortable. My father hurriedly carried me downstairs, and my mother took a taxi and drove away to the children's hospital. When I arrived at the Children's Hospital, the doctor diagnosed that I had a bad cold and asked me to infusion immediately. But I used up a bottle of medicine. Instead of reducing my fever, my temperature rose to 40.5 degrees. I must calm down physically. My mother was scared out in a cold sweat and didn't dare to go home for fear that something would happen to me. It was already late at night, and there were many people in the emergency department of the hospital, so there was no place. Mom and dad found a seat on the stone bench in the hospital. Dad took off his clothes and laid them on the stone bench, and let me lie down. They kept rubbing alcohol on me, feeding me water, asking me how I was, and comforting me to hold on. I only burned at 38 degrees. By the time we got home, the horizon in the east had been covered with flaming morning glow. Later, my mother told me that in the hospital, she was busy buying medicine and looking for a doctor after running. My father was there to comfort me and protect me. They stayed up all night and took turns taking a nap next to me. After their careful care that night and a few days later. Mother is tired and thin, but she has a smile on her face. This incident moved me very much. Many students have met it, but have you ever been touched? Although our parents are not great people who touched China and the world, I think they are also great. How much they have done for us! Remember: there must be many people and things that touch you in your life. I hope you can touch more people through your own actions. A few days ago in our class in physical education class, the teacher took out two long ropes, the old one for girls and the new one for boys. We started a fierce competition. Boys are so fast! Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty ... jumped forty-two times in three minutes. They are crazy and hug each other. They cheered: "We won! We are great! We broke the record for girls! Aha! Ah! " The girl looked at them unconvinced and thought, What's the big deal? We'll give you fifty jumps to see! The girls tried their best to get a good grade, but we were either pulled to the bottom by the rope or pulled to our foreheads. The boy sitting on the steps watching us jump rope clapped his hands and shouted angrily, "The girls are going to lose!" " Girls must lose! "As a result, we only jumped more than twenty times in the boos of boys, and most of the female students shed tears of despair. I thought: What's the use of crying? Can crying help you jump rope and get full marks? Crying can help you tide over the difficulties? ! The teacher once told us that failure is the mother of success. No effort, no gain, no effort, no reward. As long as we girls Qi Xin work together to practice more, I believe we girls will win the next competition. Life is like a bright mirror, reflecting our real world, which is sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, happy and sad, lively and lonely, warm and cold, but most importantly. Sometimes, time is like rejuvenation. It comes and goes in a hurry, without stopping. April 17 is a very important day for me. I want to take part in the Olympic English competition almost every year. I just get a small city certificate every year, and I have never got a national certificate. I often think, why can others? Just don't work hard. This year, I will continue to take the exam with the same mentality as in previous years. There is still a long time before the game, but in my eyes it seems like a minute, too short, too short. A week passed in a daze. In a blink of an eye, the day of the game came. My heart is pounding there. I have never been so nervous. " Mom! Mom! Prepare a cushion, pencil box, mattress, toilet paper for me ... "My mother interrupted me gently before I finished." You are such a big man. Do you still need to prepare for a game? You are not young. You should do everything by yourself. You can't always depend on me. "My mother had just finished when she heard 1 of" pa "and slammed the door to go to work. I am so angry. It's far from home to the test center, and no one has sent me. The wind blew straight into my face, adding a touch of red to my dark face. There are few pedestrians in the street and it is raining, so few people want to walk in the rain. I quickened my pace and came to the test center. Wow! There are a lot of people, much more than last year. Look around, there are a large group of students with their parents around, and the feeling is warmth. And I, alone, can't tell you how lonely I am. Maybe it's because I had a fight with my mother. I rummaged through my schoolbag, but I didn't bring a pen, only a pencil. This time, I am anxious. How can I answer that roll of paper without a pen? A few seconds passed, and my mother's figure did not appear outside the school gate. I was a little disappointed. The moment I followed my classmates into the examination room, I forgot everything and concentrated on answering questions. When I left the examination room with a sigh of relief, I reached into my pocket and touched a beautifully rolled note written by my mother: Did the exam go well, son? I didn't have to go to work today, but it's not that my mother doesn't want to accompany you, nor that my mother doesn't care about your game. When you asked me to help you pack your things in the morning, I began to want to help you, but then I thought, fourteen spring and autumn years have passed and I have grown up, so there is no need to rely on my parents for this little thing. In the future, every child will face different people, different exams and different difficulties. Dependence is a method, but you can't get used to it forever. I finally understand why my mother let me take the exam myself; I finally understand why my mother asked me to borrow books from the library. I finally understand why my mother doesn't help me with my homework. Because short-term help cannot benefit me forever. At that moment, I smiled at the corners of my mouth, knowing smile, gratified smile and moved smile. When tears can't help flowing down, I can't tell whether it is tears or rain on my face. My mother is very kind to me, but I can't understand her. Love is invisible, with a pair of invisible wings, tears washed away the thick wall between my mother and me, leaving endless understanding and touching! In this world, there is a person who plays many roles, such as my friend, my teacher, my sister, my relatives and so on. She is someone close to me and someone I love deeply. She is a person who knows me, but also a person who silently supports me to move forward bravely on the road of growth ... I want to write a story between us countless times, but I am worried that I don't know how to express it. I always feel that no matter how gorgeous the words are, no matter how gorgeous the words are, they can't express this extraordinary moving emotion. She is simply an ethereal woman, gentle and quiet, depicting life carefully with a poetic and soft heart. I was nine years old when I first met her. I'm only ten years old. I just think she's beautiful and delicate. She is a Chinese teacher in our school and has the same surname as Cang Kejia. I looked up this surname in the dictionary several times, which means "kindness and kindness". It turned out that Mr. Zang is the kindest and best person I have ever met. At that time, I was in grade five, and she didn't teach our class. Teacher Zang became my tutor and helped me write my composition. I didn't know until I touched it. Just like her elegant temperament without fancy dress. At that time, although I was just a girl, I liked Teacher Zang more and more, and I realized that she and I had some similarities in essence. In the sixth grade, teacher Zang had a baby in her stomach, and I began to continue studying composition at her home. It is a very introverted room, simple decoration, quietly hiding there, feeling like a gentle and quiet little girl. Quietly hiding in an empty corner, playing the game of "playing house" alone. There are always elegant curtains in the room, so that the blue-shell ballpoint pen I hold always gives people the illusion of green. A unique fragrance pervades every corner of the room. We haven't seen each other since. Whenever I receive a letter from teacher Zang or open her book, I always smell the familiar smell first, and I feel relaxed and happy instantly, as if I were in a green bamboo forest. It's like going back to my long-awaited home. I don't know how many times, in this room, she patiently explained the composition writing to me. Sometimes I read famous passages and let me copy them word for word. Sometimes help me analyze and revise my dry composition. Sometimes she teaches me all kinds of writing methods and rhetorical devices ... I am convinced that she is trying her best to impart all her knowledge to me. But I know from her profound and beautiful poems published in national key poetry journals that I can't know the hidden details in my life. When we discussed to stop cramming in the next semester of grade six, Mr. Zang politely refused her due labor remuneration and didn't ask for a penny. Now that I think about it, it's really hard to get. Don't mention just getting married, just hold it. Teacher Zang said that my parents are good people, and I am a strong and quiet child. Wouldn't it be better for the two families to be friends? I didn't attend class in her class, so our teaching and learning ended, but the flower of friendship between us gradually bloomed ... Teacher Zang opened her chest and educated and cared for her children with fiery heart, treating them as her own children until she had her own daughter. After many times of communication, our two families became close. Teacher Zang sews clothes and cooks for me. Bought a big bag of snacks and birthday presents-furry bear. My mother works in a hospital. She can help Teacher Zang from time to time. 1997 In the spring, Mr. Zang's daughter and baby were born under my mother's personal "supervision". Therefore, this baby was later called "menstruation" by my mother. That day, I held a big doll and went to the hospital to visit their mother and daughter. Teacher Zang called me to the bed and asked me. Hold my little hand tightly for a long time and look at each other silently ... I should have held her hand, but I was too young at that time, only smirking and looking at the little, lovely baby curiously. I think Mr. Zang must have been disappointed at that time, or hoped that I would grow up soon ... I grew up soon. Growing up, I have encountered difficulties and setbacks, big and small, and I can't extricate myself in the shadow. I remembered Mr. Zang and wrote her a letter. Soon I met Mr. Zang. She said that after reading my letter, she was restless and couldn't wait to come to school by bike at once. I cried-how many people in this world can care about me like this! I, a weak grass, met a benefactor who held an umbrella for me and encouraged me to grow up hard in the biting wind and rain! She wrote to me and called me to comfort me, inspire me, teach me and help me stand up bit by bit. Later, I wrote the "oath" of "I will continue to move forward despite the heavy rain" ... My spiritual and emotional attachment to Mr. Zang is getting deeper and deeper. Sometimes visiting her home, even if two people just sit silently and don't say a word, feels so beautiful. Teacher Zang kept telling me. Change your destiny by reading and learning. Life is a process of self-improvement, and the key is what kind of mentality we should face. As long as you work hard, you will win your own beauty. " I gradually learned more important things from her than literary creation: perseverance, faith, never giving up ... I realized that I was "similar" to Teacher Zang. And her spirit of unremitting struggle and kind and quiet mentality are beyond my reach. When I was a teenager, Teacher Zang held my hand and my heart tightly when I was crying and struggling to stretch out my thin arm in the swamp. In her unique way, she taught me the meaning of self-improvement and perseverance ... I often called her "mom", and I didn't care how old the baby was and whether we were teachers and students. These two words are not too much for me to give to her at this time. On a snowy winter day, before going to work, I called "Mom, it's snowing outside, the road is slippery, be careful when riding!" " When the New Year bell rang, I received a lovely card: "Cher, my beloved child: it's another snowy season. It seems that the whole world is you, your determined smile, your calm eyes ... May Cher have a happy tomorrow! Love your mother. " I don't think there is a better "mother-daughter relationship" in this world! Ten years passed quickly. Teacher Zang and I seldom meet, but we are always worried about each other and miss each other. The day before I went to college, Teacher Zang came to my house with her children, and there were few tears in her eyes ... I sat between two mothers and felt so happy. Nimble, a soldier, went to college, Qian Shan Wanshui still separated from that relationship. I also began to know how to care about others, especially Mr. Zang, who has been "following" for nearly ten years. She is so weak, with young children, she has worked as a head teacher and a Chinese class for dozens of students. Teacher Zang made me born in literature, that is, I saw the light in the darkness, touched the clear spring in the dryness, chose strength in the sigh, and was no longer calm in loneliness. With those years of "foundation" and my own efforts, I have published more than 100 articles in succession. 15 years old, with a nearly 10,000-word documentary-"Growing from a Dark Zone to a Sunshine Girl", won two excellent prizes in the national "Youth Cup" and "College Cup" literary competition. I redoubled my efforts to repay my benefactor. In the "melting pot" of the military academy, with perseverance, I found a firm direction after being lost again and again. During the winter vacation in the military academy that year, I met a sudden blow and a teacher who was covered in scars. I said I wanted to hug you, and she held me tightly in her arms. I heard her sobbing ... when I gradually calmed down in the silent love of Teacher Zang and got up the courage to move on, the winter vacation was almost over. I had to set foot on the journey again and began to trudge. I knelt in front of Mr. Zang: Without you, there would be no me today ... "She helped me up, and I don't know how many times she wiped the tears from my face and smoothed the scars in my heart. If we make a metaphor, our feelings can't be said to be like the sun, too bright and dazzling, but should be the bright moon. In the past ten years, it is the moonlight like water and the love like flowers that make each other light up the night. The kind of love between us is everything it can surpass. I, Mr. Zang, am a hard-to-find confidant in the world. Our feeling of "the depth is as light as water" can be described as "unintentional management, and it comes naturally". It is so natural and plain, without any secular and social pollution; It is so precious and extraordinary, with shocking purity, pure and exquisite like snow lotus in the Himalayas. ...